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(7) Death lies on her like an untimely frost 
Upon the sweetest flower of the field. 
Romeo and Juliet , iv. 5 > 28. 
(8) O sir, a courtesy 
Which if we should deny, the most just gods 
For every graff would send a caterpillar, 
And so afflict our province.— Pericles , v. 1, 58. 
(9) This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth 
The tender leaves of hopes, to-morrow blossoms, 
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : 
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, 
And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely 
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, 
And then he falls, as I do.— Henry VII 7 , iii. 2, 352. 
(10) These tidings nip me, and I hang the head 
As Flowers with frost, or Grass beat down with storms. 
Titus Andronicus , iv. 4, 7 °- 
(11) No man inveigh against the withered flower, 
But chide rough winter that the flower hath kill’d; 
Not that devour’d, but that which doth devour, 
Is worthy blame.— Lucrece , 1254. 
(12) For never-resting time leads summer on 
To hideous winter, and confounds him there ; 
Sap check’d with frost and lusty leaves quite gone, 
Beauty o’ersnow’d, and bareness everywhere ; 
Then, were not summer’s distillation left, 
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass, 
Beauty’s effect with beauty were bereft, 
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was ; 
But flowers distill’d, though they with winter meet, 
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet. 1 
Sonnet v. 
1 “ Flowers depart 
To see their mother-root, when they have blown ; 
Where they together, 
All the hard weather 
Dead to the world, keep house unknown.” 
G. Herbert, The Flower . 
